My Sins
I sit alone and meditate and think of all the things I hate
I think of things that I have done and all the people that are now gone
Of all the deeds that burden my soul, I hate my sins most of all
They bring me grief, they bring me sorrow, they will torment my soul tomorrow
As I embrace my inner peace, my true emotions begin to feast
To God I pray with all regrets and hope that I have passed my tests
It is to him that I repent, to all my sins shall put an end
Saleh Ben Saleh
Copyright © Saleh Ben Saleh | Year Posted 2023
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